Now one day, maybe I can forgive John Andersen for what he done to these trees, but I ain't gonna forget it. I figure forgiving is not letting something nag at you—rotting you out.

It's tough out there, boy, and as long as there are people, there’s gonna be somebody trying to take what you got and trying to drag you down. It's up to you whether you let them or not.

Poetry Saved Me

Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?

You're Times New Roman, but I'm more Comic Sans.

If you think killing people is a solution to a problem, I not only disagree with you but also I hate your perspective.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

When you research someone, you actually get beyond your own preconceptions and become aware of the human being other than the image. You become empathetic and sympathetic in turn.

Don't fear moving slowly forward...fear standing still.

Fear does its best work in isolation. Courage wears the face of your ability to love and be loved. Breakthrough happens when you discover your self-worth had nothing to do with what you looked like.

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

Subtlety chases the obvious up a never-ending spiral and never quite catches it.